long-term survivor

Thirty years ago today I was handed a death sentence. At least that is what an HIV diagnosis meant in 1988. In fact, it meant so much more than just death. It meant shame. It meant stigma. It meant judgement and isolation.

Today marks the 29th annual World AIDS Day and I'm so grateful to still be here to participate! Myself and and countless others have survived an infection that is trying to take us out 24/7 and I thank God for the much improved meds we have today.